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letra de dinner on you - payday monsanto

whitecollar welfare, i would cut it, then chop three hundred & fifty points off the dow, balance the budget. fumigate every boardroom cluttered with suits, that deem lady liberty obscene to the republic. all executions would cease & desist, i’d immediately halt the production of microchips. get the people prepared for the coming apocalypse, then release tens of thousands of top-secret documents…

yo, p in proximity & how my image be, for affinity all you m-th-f-ckas is usin’ gadgets & gimmickry. you can’t limit me, i will claim victory, and reign infinitely, the prince of peace, this is he. mr. p, everytime i come & flip it futuristiclly, i’ll leave your legacy an utter mystery. fallacies get ripped in threes for gratis, the mic i grip for free, my wizardry’d get me cult status. see, this sh-t is legendary, you might as well just recognize it now, or get caught up in a flurry of a whole bunch of poppy-c-ck hypocrisy. mr. payze’ll mutilate rappers, and let off hip-hop a seed. (hunh) you gettin’ took my brotha, [clears throat] waitin’ for the chorus, f-ck a hook, my brotha. (aye, yo) you gettin’ took my brotha, sittin’ there waitin’ for a chorus, f-ck a hook, my brotha…

you wanna wear a mask? then, i’ma rip off your disguise, you gamblin’ on ass, and i’ma get up in your thighs. i don’t care about all your evil, mr. payze is all for the people…
wanna wear a mask? then, i’ma rip off your disguise, you gamblin’ on ass, and i’ma get up in your thighs. i don’t what’s the sh-t you talkin’, just make sure it’s the same…

i’m instrumentally twisted, essentially gifted, to win some empathy from some nitwits who refuse to see the enemy’s logistics. crimes of war tempting me, malicious to react in a fashion that’s premature, but i see i’m sensibly committed to reason. she’s insatiable, but i tactically hit it, (idiots) if they grey matter capacity’s restricted, no doubt i goes all out, to keep my faculties the swiftest. and, dwell on several levels, where there’s no wack mc’s permitted, continuous visions with this, i just can’t seem to see a limit. [grunts] you just upset you need a gimmick, feel free to diss it, but all your sh-t is scripted, while i live it. (who is it?) it’s the green-eyed goblin of greed, have god freed your image, operate with sheer precision while i be up in it, like a surgeon. the mic’s like a virgin, askin’ me to l!ck it, clowns need to concede a minute, what i breed infinite. leave it disease inflicted, america’s much needed sickness…

don’t ever compare me with n-ggas that need glocks to tell ‘ya, i’m fred astaire, the liberace c-ck-a-fella. that means they just dance together in the elite squad, that’s really m-th-f-ckin’ unique, ’cause the f-gots tryin’ to brag, with a bunch of jewels. they all get smacked up in they head, with they own tools, my microphone rules, and that’s about it, you p-ssies all mess around, and get treated like sh-t, and that’s it. ’cause i stimulate ’em, they favorite mc, they imitate ’em, and it’s just a shame reaction, brains i’m smashin’. don’t never let the cannibal get ‘ya, treat ‘ya like hannibal lecter, delicious, you just a census worker that’s tryin’ to test me, i got some fava beans, and nice chianti. [slurps] you want service? watch me deliver, i’ma f-ck around & eat ‘ya liver, dinner on you…

mist, mista, mista payzeduez…sign, signin’ off…it’s hip-hop appreciation week…every week…north philthy…south philthy…west phil, west philthy…camden…jersey city…newark…five burroughs…kentucky…ohio…texas…cali…georgia…maryland & dc…carolina’s…florida…worldwide…

- payday monsanto

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